but utter your Kazakh name which till now was stored 、 in my throat as a password into the Horde.

Here lies one who thought himself to be The best poet in all humanity;

haru no umi／hinemosu notari／notari kana

A signal flare ignites— \ Go to sleep, Okinawa.

Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic \ Orders?

Even our beliefs and inner strength are rooted in it.

As a poet, I believe that one must always strive for artistic excellence while maintaining deep respect for precision。

These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me 、As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:

he hound senses them not in the yard \ the cat sees them not in the house

we fall asleep \ with one hand under our head \ and with the other in a mound of planets

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you，And loved the sorrows of your changing face；

What caused us to live hidden? / A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.

The dream, suddenly waking up in surprise Crashes into the fate like a rock

A spring evening. A large room in an old house.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Happy as something unimportant and free as a thing unimportant.

After Kazakhstan declared its independence, the Kazakhstani government started the process of constructing its national identity by making attempts to revitalize the Kazakh language and culture.

Against the burly air I strode, Crying the miracles of God.

When I was reading a book in a bookstore in 1992, I came across the words of a foreign critic: "O. Paz's poetry starts from the end of P. Neruda's poetry."

As lonely I stand / As an old shaman s tomb that all men avoid – / Such is the truth, and truth leaves my soul void…

Workmen lift high / The beams of the roof, / Hymenaeus!

Wind disperses the foliage. The dimness of old bulbs in these / sorry quarters, whose motto’s “The mirror will please,”

Marbles, buttons, thimbles, dice, / pins, stamps, and glass beads: / tales of time.

STATELY, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.